Title: Three empties
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 3. Pinot Noir
I can't believe it.
Six of us, armed and camouflaged, go in. Five come out. You would think the old soldier and his four kids would be zipping me into a plastic bag. The way *I* would bet, the body bag would say "Cale" on it. The stupid guy, whos legs don't work, but he wants to play "war" with the healthy ones.
Why did I open a bottle of red wine, anyway? The light catches it just right, and it's the color of my blood. That's one of the things I still remember from being shot. I keep telling myself I'm supposed to learn from everything, and I still haven't figured that one out.
Max was just lying there. Enough light to see her face, but I didn't know what was wrong until I felt the sticky dampness of her jacket, and smelled blood. I want to know what she was thinking, just before she went still. Can't ask now.
Why didn't I ever open a bottle of this stuff with Max? We drank white wine, ate pasta, and played chess. Cool, calm, intellectual Logan. Just trying to prove that there was nothing wrong with the brain, anyway.
I think it was a bad choice. Because it could have been different. Red wine, rare steak, then waking up in the chaos of wrinkled sheets and hangovers. Valerie and I started out that way, not that it really did us any good.
Now there are things I can only imagine, but can't know. Orgasm quick and silent like a knife in the back? I'd want her to have the energy and enthusiasm that I see between her and that motorcycle. Screaming transgenic ecstasy. I'd make millions selling that as porno. What if Lydecker has told her it's like death? Sex would be something she does *to* other people. Makes my skin crawl thinking about it.
I feel like I'm half way through a book, and the rest of the pages are ripped out. I want the next chapter, damn it. I need to know what happens to those characters. Was it supposed to have a happy ending?
The bottle is empty. I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm too drunk to get back into the chair. If I try, I'll just wind up on the floor, until Bling stops in tomorrow morning. More humiliation.
Self-pity doesn't solve anything, Cale. You should know that by now.
Just right now, there is nothing else left.
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 3. Pinot Noir
I can't believe it.
Six of us, armed and camouflaged, go in. Five come out. You would think the old soldier and his four kids would be zipping me into a plastic bag. The way *I* would bet, the body bag would say "Cale" on it. The stupid guy, whos legs don't work, but he wants to play "war" with the healthy ones.
Why did I open a bottle of red wine, anyway? The light catches it just right, and it's the color of my blood. That's one of the things I still remember from being shot. I keep telling myself I'm supposed to learn from everything, and I still haven't figured that one out.
Max was just lying there. Enough light to see her face, but I didn't know what was wrong until I felt the sticky dampness of her jacket, and smelled blood. I want to know what she was thinking, just before she went still. Can't ask now.
Why didn't I ever open a bottle of this stuff with Max? We drank white wine, ate pasta, and played chess. Cool, calm, intellectual Logan. Just trying to prove that there was nothing wrong with the brain, anyway.
I think it was a bad choice. Because it could have been different. Red wine, rare steak, then waking up in the chaos of wrinkled sheets and hangovers. Valerie and I started out that way, not that it really did us any good.
Now there are things I can only imagine, but can't know. Orgasm quick and silent like a knife in the back? I'd want her to have the energy and enthusiasm that I see between her and that motorcycle. Screaming transgenic ecstasy. I'd make millions selling that as porno. What if Lydecker has told her it's like death? Sex would be something she does *to* other people. Makes my skin crawl thinking about it.
I feel like I'm half way through a book, and the rest of the pages are ripped out. I want the next chapter, damn it. I need to know what happens to those characters. Was it supposed to have a happy ending?
The bottle is empty. I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm too drunk to get back into the chair. If I try, I'll just wind up on the floor, until Bling stops in tomorrow morning. More humiliation.
Self-pity doesn't solve anything, Cale. You should know that by now.
Just right now, there is nothing else left.